CHAPTER 3 — BETWEEN THE SHELVES

I should have told him no.

Instead, I lay back on the bed, heart hammering, legs spread wide for my own cousin like a whore in heat.

Caleb knelt between my thighs, his broad shoulders forcing my legs even wider apart. His grey eyes were locked on my exposed pussy, dark with raw hunger. For a moment he just stared, breathing hard, like he was trying to memorize the sight of me dripping for him.

“Fuck, Layla,” he breathed, voice thick. “Look how wet you are. All this for the cousin you claim to hate?”

I bit my lip hard, shame burning through me...